Three of a Kind

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Summary: In the ALL NEW 5th episode of 'Three of a Kind', the aftermath of Sandy's devious plan of shaving Brandy is more awful than Mandy could have imagined. In the end, it's also Mandy's cries that break up the sister-on-sister piss fight. Later, the three triplets find themselves involved in seperate but equally satisfying feats of sexual desire and mind blowing pleasure.

Original Airdate: Tuesday, May 12, 2009 @ 9:30 p.m.
(following an ALL NEW 'Can't Fight the Moonlight')

Story Codes: mf, oral, mast, exhib

The alarm rang. Mandy and Sandy started awake, then as one turned to watch their slightly older sister. Brandy sat up in bed yawning. She stretched her arms out, then brought them back down. She slid one hand upwards and ran it through her hair.

Then she got up and padded across to the bathroom. The others watched avidly.

"Remember, you have to find out too. It's a big surprise to you!" Sandy hissed down at the lower bunk. Mandy nodded just as an outraged howl came from the bathroom.

"Look out. The shit's hit the fan," Sandy groaned. Brandy came storming out of the bathroom naked, eyes murderous as she stared straight up at Sandy.

"Something wrong?" Sandy asked innocently.

"You filthy, stinking, slutty, perverted little WHORE!" she screeched.

"Shhhh, someone'll hear."

"You CUNT!"

"Stop yelling. It's only a bit of hair."

"What's the matter?" Mandy asked, not at all happy.

"What's the matter? What's the matter?" she snarled, her voice rising.

"Look at my crotch! She... she... "

"Shaved your bush off. It looks very nice now."

"WHY?"

"Hey, mine is shaved too," Mandy declared, getting out of bed naked. The other two looked briefly at her bald puffy pussy.

"Do you think this is funny? You sick little pervert?!!" Sandy glared down at her.

"Well, I knew Mandy would want to look like me... ". She knelt at the edge of her bunk, showing them her bare cunt, "... and I didn't want you to be left out," she smirked.

"Why? WHY did you shave YOURSELF?" Brandy gritted through clenched teeth.

"Mark wanted to see what it would be like." Brandy glared murderously at her.

"I'll show you, you filthy, stinking tramp!" She snarled, running forward and clambering up the ladder. Sandy backed away and then jumped off the foot of the bunk, landing nimbly on her feet. Brandy, no athlete, was slower, having to slide back down the ladder.

Sandy backed away, grinning, putting the table between herself and her furious sister.

"Now, now, now, no point crying over spilt milk," she chided. She ran around the table as Brandy circled it. She stopped and bent over, wagging her bare ass from side to side.

"Doesn't this look nice?" she taunted, "Show yours to a boy and see what happens.'

"Sandy... " Mandy frowned.

Sandy hurtled around the table laughing as Brandy ran after her. But though not as athletic as Sandy, Brandy was quick witted. There was only a small space between the table and the wall and it was a light table. As Sandy ran between wall and table Brandy suddenly shoved the table as hard as she could.

It rammed into Sandy's belly, making the air whoosh out of her. Brandy leapt over the table and threw her arm around her throat, grabbing her hair. Sandy recovered and clawed her way onto the table. They rolled together then fell off onto the rug as Mandy gave a little scream and jumped back.

Sandy pulled angrily to her feet and as Brandy grabbed for her twisted quickly aside and got behind the other girl. She shoved her into the side of the table, grabbing one of her arms and jerking it up behind her back hard. Then she grabbed her hair and pulled it back just as hard.

Brandy cried out in pain but Sandy held her pinned there, jamming her knee into the small of her back for good measure.

"Take back that I'm a slut," she demanded.

"S... Slut!" Brandy cried.

Sandy pulled her hair harder, forcing her back to arch.

"Say I'm a sweet, wonderful sister and then thank me for shaving your pussy hair."

"BITCH!" Brandy howled. Sandy cursed and tugged her hair back again. Then she yelped and fell sideways as Mandy slapped her in the face.

Mandy stared at her for a moment and then burst into tears. Sandy sighed and her anger collapsed like a popped balloon. Brandy rubbed her sore arm and glared daggers at Sandy as she put her arms around Mandy and hugged her.

She cooed to her as Sandy approached warily, then stroked Mandy's head until her sobs slowed and became little sniffles. Brandy got some tissue and made her blow her nose, while Sandy wiped her face.

"I... I hate it when you fight," Mandy whimpered.

"I'm sorry, Mandy," Brandy breathed.

"Yeah, me too. I'm uh, sorry for everything," She looked at Brandy and shrugged. "I didn't think you'd get this mad." Brandy fought back a cutting remark and then nodded. "I'm sorry too."

"What'd you do?"

"For attacking you. That was an idiotic thing to do. Physical violence goes against everything I believe in."

"You're not very good at it, either."

Brandy glared at her and she shrugged and smiled weakly.

"You all right, honey?" Brandy asked, pushing Mandy's hair back from her eyes.

"You two won't fight any more?"

"No."

"Nooo."

"I want you to hug each other," she sniffed.

Sandy glared uncomfortably at Brandy, who grumbled.

"Don't you love each other?" Mandy demanded.

Again both of them muttered.

"Brandy?"

"What?"

"Do you love me?"

"Of course I love you, honey." She hugged her again.

"Do you love Sandy?"

Brandy looked away.

"Do you?"

Brandy muttered.

"What?"

"Yes! All right?"

Mandy smiled and turned to Sandy.

"Yeah, yeah, I love the old prude," Sandy groaned, rolling her eyes.

"Good, then you can hug each other."

She pushed Brandy towards Sandy and the two hugged... briefly.

"Now we better hurry up or we'll be late," Mandy said, practically skipping off to the bathroom.

Brandy frowned suspiciously after her, then turned to Sandy.

"You don't suppose she does that on purpose, do you?"

"What?"

"Puts on that blubbering little girl act just to stop us fighting?"

"Mandy? Nahhhh... I don't think soooo." She stared at the bathroom though.

- - - - -

Mandy didn't hear what they said but if she had she would have smiled. It was true that her sister's arguing distressed her, but not always as much as she let on. Right then though her concern was with Sean. What on earth was she going to tell him about her shaved pussy.

"Decide in haste, repent in leisure," she sighed, as she gazed at her naked image in the mirror. She posed as she had on the pedestal and shook her head a little at just how bare her slit was. Then she had a sudden idea. She smiled and then laughed a little.

"Of course," she said to herself.

"Ready?"

"Uh, huh." She came out from behind the screen and padded tensely to the pedestal. She climbed up and turned around, assuming the pose. He stared for a moment, then his gaze fixed on her crotch. She turned red, remembering just how she looked.

"I thought it would help, like all the classical paintings I've seen."

"Well, yes but that was realism, and a decadent influence at that. Still, you're right. If I'm after the abstract of classical painting this helps. Thanks, Mandy. You didn't have to do it, though."

"Oh, that's all right. It'll grow back."

He sketched some more, then put the canvas aside and began to paint on another, frequently glancing both at it and at her on the pedestal. After twenty minutes or so he put the brush down and smiled up at her.

"Want a rest?"

"Yes, thanks," she sighed, letting her arms fall and getting down off the pedestal. She walked over to a table set nearby and got a drink of water. She sat back, her behind propped against the edge of the table.

He came over and joined her.

"Think you'll be a great artist some day, Sean?"

"I hope so. What about you."

"I think you will."

"No. I mean what about you?"

"Oh. I don't know. I don't even know for sure what I want to do. Whether to paint, write poetry or play the cello."

"What do you like best?"

"I like my poetry best but I'm much, much better at the cello."

"Then go for cello and write music to your words."

"That's smart, but I play classical and that doesn't have words."

"Then do a few ballads and write love songs."

"I don't know much about love," she smiled ruefully.

"Who does?"

"Well, my sister Sandy thinks she does."

"You seem like a much more emotional person than her. I'm sure you'll experience love, very gripping love... In the meantime... "

"Yeah," she sighed. "It sure is boring posing," she grumbled.

"Well, maybe your sisters could spell you."

"Yes, but then you wouldn't get the real me," she grinned.

"That's true, isn't it. And I do want the real you." As he said that his right hand slid between her legs and rubbed her thigh. She looked up startled, then gasped as his hand squeezed her bare little pussy mound. She trembled in his grip, staring down at his hand as his fingers kneaded her cunt meat.

He slid around beside her, his left hand going behind her back as he fingered her pussy. He rubbed his middle finger up and down the length of her tight little cleft, pressing hard to sink it down into her slit and saw it up and down across her clitty.

She sighed weakly, leaning back on her hands, which were flat on the table. He rubbed her clitty as he curled his index finger and began to worm it into her cunt opening.

"Ohhhh... ohhhh, don't... don't... " He stroked her clitty with his thumb and she groaned anew, her ass grinding into the side of the table as he wriggled his index finger up into her to the knuckle. He pumped it slowly in and out of her snatch as he worked his thumb on her clitty.

Her head jerked to one side, then jerked to the other. She groaned again, her head falling back, her body trying to settle back on the table. He wouldn't let her. His arm kept her back straight as he fingered her clit.

She arched her back across it, her head falling back as she began to grunt and moan and grind her cunt against his hand. He forced a second finger into her slit, not as gentle as with the first. She mewled in pain, but spread her legs wider.

He watched her face, his own expression detached, as he pumped his two fingers up and down her cunt. His other three fingers were curled together into his palm and made a hard, meaty sound as he began to thrust hard into her, his fist thumping into her cunt mound as he drove his fingers up into her.

She whimpered and groaned, her head falling backwards, so it was upside down. He shifted his grip to the back of her neck, his fingers pressing down hard as he jerked her head back up and stared into her glazed eyes. He pumped harder, faster, watching her body as it twitched and jerked under his harsh manipulation.

Then she arched her back, her head going back before he jerked it forward again. He was practically punching his fist into her cunt as he rammed his fingers up into her. Her legs bowed and she slid off the table, yet did not fall.

He held her weakened body as her cunt rubbed down desperately against his hand. He pulled back on her head then, staring demandingly at her face as he finger fucked her through the orgasm and into the beginnings of another.

She fell slowly to her knees, his hand still between her legs, his hand still clutching the back of her neck as he followed her down. She grunted and moaned and gasped for breath, her chest heaving, her swollen breasts rising and falling.

He fucked her harder, forcing a third finger up her snatch, grinding his knuckles against her cunt pad as she ground herself down on his hand. Her hands clutched his wrist, jamming it in harder, riding it desperately as she blasted into another cum.

Again her back arched and a high pitched, gasping, warbling groan escaped her drawn back lips. He stared at her face as he pumped steadily at her groin, watching her fluttering eyelids and her gasping mouth.

Then she collapsed forward, falling slowly first to her hands, then elbows, then bowing over, her head to the floor as she hugged her knees.

"There," he said. He got up and went to his canvas, taking up his brush and painting furiously, as though suddenly inspired.

- - - - -

Sandy and Mark were eating during their lunch break, eating each other. They were out behind the parking lot, behind some bushes, engaged in a very pleasurable sixty-nine. She was on top, her lips bobbing up and down on his hard erection. He clutched her soft round buttocks as he lapped excitedly at her bald little slit.

Sandy had already cum once, and was on the verge of cumming again, only this time she wanted a cock inside her.

"S... stop!" she gasped. "Stop! Fuck me! Put it in!" He groaned and pulled his lips away from her delicious, puffy little cunt pad, then rolled over so he was on top and scuttled around to drop between her spread knees. She reached down and took his cock, guiding it down into her cunt.

She groaned as his cockhead pushed aside her pussy lips and slid quickly down into her depths. She clutched him tightly, twitching and jerking as she felt his cockhead lodged high inside her and his balls pressing against her buttocks.

Her legs came up and went around him as they kissed. Her hands went behind his head and they began to rock together, both of them grunting and moaning in pleasure. She trembled suddenly, then clutched him so tightly he could hardly move.

Her eyes closed and she shuddered, her legs kicking against his back as she came, her cunt spasming around his aching cock. He thrust hard and she groaned anew, then he lifted her legs up and shoved them back against her chest.

He rose on his knees and pushed her knees against her swollen titties as he began to thrust hard and deep. His cockhead slid from the deepest recesses of her belly right to the tip of her cunt opening, actually touching the insides of her pussy lips before plunging deep again.

His hard hips pounded into her, hammering her buttocks bruisingly hard as his fuck-pole skewered her buttery little slit. She grunted with each impact, her head rolling from side to side as he used hard, savage strokes.

He jammed her legs back harder, his hands sliding down to her ankles, pushing them down next to her head as he used her hole, his cock spearing into her again and again, stabbing down into her belly, sheathing itself within her soft, velvety guts.

She whimpered and groaned, her body twitching and shaking again. Her hands flopped on the grass beside her and her chest heaved as he thrust harder, faster, his shaft pistoning up and down her tight tunnel, his body hammering down against her upturned buttocks.

"Ohhhh! Ohhhhh! Maaaarkkk! Maaaaaark! Ungh! Ungh!" she grunted.

Then he came, skewering her with his mighty lance as he buried it to the hilt in her burning, sucking little fuck-box. She screamed, her head whipping and lashing from side to side as she bounced and jerked on the grass beneath him.

He pumped his cum deep into her guts, grunting each time another wad spat out the tip of his burning, flaring cock.

Then he collapsed on top of her. He let go of her ankles and they slowly flopped back onto the grass as she groaned and moaned and panted for breath.

They lay there for a long minute, then there was movement in the bushes and a body pushed its way through. She gasped and grabbed her pants and shirt, hugging them against herself as a uniformed policeman pushed through and stood before them, glaring.

"Okay, kids, that's enough of that."

"We weren't doing anything!" Mark gasped, trying to cover his crotch.

"No? Well, you were doing it where the neighbors could see it out of their second floor windows, and one of them complained." He pointed at the houses behind the school fence.

"Uhhh, we didn't know," Mark said, trying to get into his pants.

"You'll have to come with me and we'll have a little talk with your principal."

Sandy tossed her clothes over the fence and turned, leaping up. The cop yelled and grabbed Mark to keep him from doing the same, then reached for her ankle. He missed and she dropped to her feet on the other side of the fence.

"Come back here!" he yelled. "You can't get away. I know what school you go to and they'll have your picture!"

Sandy picked up her jeans and shirt and scampered away from the fence, rounding the corner of the house and diving behind some more bushes. She quickly pulled up her jeans and donned her shirt. She'd left her underwear behind, she realized.

She ran down the street, glad she hadn't taken off her tennis shoes for their little lunch meal. She cursed viciously as she ran, then curled around the corner and ran back towards the school, though away from where the cop was.

- - - - -

Brandy prowled the library. She normally had some studying to do or had a book to read or found something interesting in here, but today she couldn't seem to sit down. She kept wandering up and down the aisle and thinking about what Sandy had said.

She hated to think of herself as a prude, even though she had to admit intellectually that she was right. Compared to Sandy, or even most other girls, she was a prude. She even knew where Sandy had gotten that statistic about teenage sex, from a report she herself had done for sociology class.

And reports on sex were as close as she ever got to it. Except for jerking off. It was stupid. It was childish. What was there to be afraid of anyway? It was part of becoming a woman, an adult, both of which she liked to consider herself as already being.

She turned a corner, deep in thought, and smashed into someone.

"Oh! I'm sorry!" she gasped, almost falling. Strong hands held her up and she smiled up at Mister Connors, her English teacher.

She liked him, and respected his intelligence. He was cute too.

"Hi, Mister Connors," she grinned.

"Hello Brandy. Deep in thought, I see."

"I'm afraid so."

"Well, if you were Mandy I'd guess you were thinking of a new poem."

"No, nothing like that. I leave the poetry to those who are good at it."

"You aren't bad, though you tend to be, ahh, harshly critical of people."

"Do I?" she asked in surprise.

"You have high standards."

"I guess I do," she sighed.

"Problem?"

"No, not really."

"Well if I can help... " He started to move away.

"Mister Connors?"

He stopped and looked back.

"Do you think I'm sexy?"

"What?" he laughed, then saw she was serious.

"Brandy, you must know you are one third of the most desirable, sought after troika on campus."

"I mean just me, alone."

"Ahhhh, well, if I have to comment, yes. Yes, you are extremely sexy."

"As sexy as Sandy?"

"Tight pants do not make one sexier," he sniffed with a grin.

She sighed in pleasure, then impulsively gripped the lapels of his jacket, reached up and kissed him hard on the lips.

He gripped her arms softly and pushed her back.

"What was that for?" he gasped in surprise.

"Just... just... " She couldn't think straight. She was happy, and the kiss, that kiss had...

She leaned forward and kissed him again, this time more softly. At first he resisted, but her lips were soft and warm and silky.

He found himself kissing her back before he even knew what he was doing. His arms went around her and their kiss became deeper, more passionate. She pressed her body against his, backing him into the shelf. Her mind spun, thinking about what she was doing, where she was, who she was.

They were in the library, nearly empty at the start of lunch hour, in the back corner of the reference section.

Their kiss went on and on, her tongue pushing against his, his sliding against hers. Their bodies grew hot, both of them feeling the eroticism of the moment, of the danger.

He turned, pushing her against the book shelf, his hands sliding up and down her back, hers on his chest. He pulled back briefly, stared at her, both of them gasping for breath.

He reached out with trembling hands and took her glasses off, then kissed her again, a soft, hesitant kiss that almost at once ignited and burned hot. He crushed her body against the shelf, his left hand behind her back, his right sliding up and down her side, then up her front to cup her breast.

She groaned, the sound absorbed by his own mouth. She wore a white shirt with snap buttons up the front, a long blue skirt and a pair of boots. He gripped the front of her blouse and tore it open, the snaps all parting with a sharp crackle of noise, then his hands clutched her breasts through her bra.

"OOOhhhhhh!" she groaned "OOOhhhhhhh!"

He mashed his lips into her throat, his hands undoing the clip between her bra cups so they fell aside. His hands cupped and kneaded her naked tit meat then as she gasped and shook in passionate desire.

He kissed her again, his right hand sliding down her side then rubbing her groin through her long skirt. He grabbed the material and began bunching it up in his hand, lifting the hem higher and higher as he pressed her head back into some books behind her.

Then the hem was above her hips and his hand slipped under. She gave a low cry of shock as she felt his hand slip into her panties and squeeze her pussy mound. She humped forward without even thinking, her crotch grinding into his hand as they kissed harshly, brutally.

He gasped, his body screaming with lust as he felt her shaved snatch. He gripped her panties and pulled hard. They strained, and then the side gave way, splitting. The panties dropped down one ankle and her crotch was bare to him. Their hands slid over each other hungrily, passionately, their bodies grinding together as both were overcome by intense yearning and lust.

He rubbed his hand up and down her cunt, then tore his lips from hers, bending over and biting down on her stone hard nipple. He chewed and sucked on the pink flesh as she whined and mewled and writhed in his grasp. He undid his fly quickly, pulling out a bulging red erection. She looked down and saw it through bleary eyes, mouth gaping in shock, body shivering in hunger. He mashed his lips against hers again, his knee pushing between her legs, forcing her left leg up and apart.

She raised it and curled it around him as she felt his cockhead press against her vaginal opening. She was panting so hard she wondered that she didn't hyperventilate and pass out. Then his lips pressed hard on hers and her breathing slowed.

She cried out then as she felt his cock enter her, but the sound was again absorbed by his own mouth as she writhed against the shelves. Deeper and deeper his cock moved until there was a sudden sharp pain inside her crotch and she knew her cherry was gone.

She whimpered and kissed harder still, giving a long quavering gasp of pain and pleasure as his cock drove fully into her and she felt it, like Sandy had said, way up inside her belly.

Her hands reached up above her, grasping the thick wooden shelves, arching her back as his body ground into her, his cock sliding slowly in her tight sheath.

His head moved down again and he sucked hard on her nipples, his teeth pinching and gnawing at them as he squeezed his hands up against her ass flesh. His fingernails dug into her buttocks as she lifted the other leg and put both around him.

She held onto the shelf as he humped into her. Each thrust jammed her back against the shelf and she grunted from the triple blow of her back against the shelf, his hips against her thighs, and his cock, as it thrust deep into her silky tube.

She whimpered and groaned and grunted as he fucked harder, desperate to come off in her. His cock jerked her upward again and again, one of her legs sliding back down as she weakened, the other still clutching tightly around his waist.

His hands squeezed her ass, holding her in place as he pulled her up to meet each thrust. Her cunt was like a velvet vice around his prong and he groaned as he tore his meat back and forth.

She closed both legs around him again as she started to slide downwards. His hands jerked her ass back up as he thrust his cock deep into her belly. She grunted in response, her head falling back onto a shelf. His cock sliced back and forth between her pussy lips for what seemed like hours but was probably no more than a minute or two.

Then she came, trembling and shaking and wriggling mindlessly, her head bouncing against the shelf, her ankles beating on his back, her white knuckled hands trying to dig into the wood above her and her cunt spasming and crackling and fireballing with heat and sexual ecstasy.

She heaved and twisted and writhed, coming apart as his hard body pummelled her against the shelf. Then he exploded himself, sending jism streaming up into her roiling, churning, heaving belly.